Star Date. . .middle July and counting

It seemed just yesterday that there was snow piled above our roof line, and already it seems that only tomorrow we will again be covered under winters evil blanket.
In the meantime it is hot. It's funny to watch the people melting. Our dear brothers and sisters from Florida are even fussing about the heat, and this isn't even a Florida summer.

Slowly we are reclaiming the garden that we left neglected too many weeks in a row. ). Finding the veggies underneath the jungle of weeds is like an archaeological exploration worthy of Indiana Jones. Two days ago Lorna and Amy harvested the first of the ready Broccoli! How sweet and wonderful. We were enjoying it just as much raw as we were cooked. Today i excavated the rest of the dry beans while Lorna and Paul worked the corn rows. The corn is already shooting up fruiting bodies and it is only three feet tall. It seems early but i may be mistaken in my time frames. My sense of time has been all messed up this year. Jacob today plucked the first of the Ford Hook squash. The mesclun is ready so i think we are going to have our first garden salad tonight. i will have to check and see how the chanterelles are doing (they are drying in the green house - it's cheaper than buying a dehumidifier
The really "classic" early flowers have all gone by, but there is still a plethora of wildflowers and day lilies that are around and about our garden.
Next week the official replacement turkeys arrive. The five we have are ENORMOUS! These will be a bit more naturally sized. Hmmm. . . i wonder if we dye one of the big turkeys green if we can name it, The hulk.

All the extra projects and catch up have caused me to neglect the mandolin this week, which i dread, lest i drop that ball and lose interest. It is one of my favorite past times at the moment, but it just doesn't rank at the top of the important to do list.
At tomorrows adult meeting. . . to incorporate or not to incorporate. That is the question!